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His
many
woes
,
including
his
wretched
position
here
,
outraged
her
sense
of
justice
and
decency
.
To
think
her
fine
,
wonderful
Frank
should
be
compelled
to
come
to
this
--
to
cry
.
She
stroked
his
head
,
tenderly
,
while
wild
,
deadly
,
unreasoning
opposition
to
life
and
chance
and
untoward
opposition
surged
in
her
brain
.
Her
father
--
damn
him
!
Her
family
--
pooh
!
What
did
she
care
?
Her
Frank
--
her
Frank
.
How
little
all
else
mattered
where
he
was
concerned
.
Never
,
never
,
never
would
she
desert
him
--
never
--
come
what
might
.
And
now
she
clung
to
him
in
silence
while
she
fought
in
her
brain
an
awful
battle
with
life
and
law
and
fate
and
circumstance
.
Law
--
nonsense
!
People
--
they
were
brutes
,
devils
,
enemies
,
hounds
!
She
was
delighted
,
eager
,
crazy
to
make
a
sacrifice
of
herself
.
She
would
go
anywhere
for
or
with
her
Frank
now
.
She
would
do
anything
for
him
.
Her
family
was
nothing
--
life
nothing
,
nothing
,
nothing
.
She
would
do
anything
he
wished
,
nothing
more
,
nothing
less
;
anything
she
could
do
to
save
him
,
to
make
his
life
happier
,
but
nothing
for
any
one
else
.
The
days
passed
.
Once
the
understanding
with
Bonhag
was
reached
,
Cowperwood
's
wife
,
mother
and
sister
were
allowed
to
appear
on
occasions
.
His
wife
and
the
children
were
now
settled
in
the
little
home
for
which
he
was
paying
,
and
his
financial
obligations
to
her
were
satisfied
by
Wingate
,
who
paid
her
one
hundred
and
twenty
five
dollars
a
month
for
him
.
He
realized
that
he
owed
her
more
,
but
he
was
sailing
rather
close
to
the
wind
financially
,
these
days
.
The
final
collapse
of
his
old
interests
had
come
in
March
,
when
he
had
been
legally
declared
a
bankrupt
,
and
all
his
properties
forfeited
to
satisfy
the
claims
against
him
.
The
city
's
claim
of
five
hundred
thousand
dollars
would
have
eaten
up
more
than
could
have
been
realized
at
the
time
,
had
not
a
pro
rata
payment
of
thirty
cents
on
the
dollar
been
declared
.
Even
then
the
city
never
received
its
due
,
for
by
some
hocus-pocus
it
was
declared
to
have
forfeited
its
rights
.
Its
claims
had
not
been
made
at
the
proper
time
in
the
proper
way
.
This
left
larger
portions
of
real
money
for
the
others
.
Fortunately
by
now
Cowperwood
had
begun
to
see
that
by
a
little
experimenting
his
business
relations
with
Wingate
were
likely
to
prove
profitable
.
The
broker
had
made
it
clear
that
he
intended
to
be
perfectly
straight
with
him
.
He
had
employed
Cowperwood
's
two
brothers
,
at
very
moderate
salaries
--
one
to
take
care
of
the
books
and
look
after
the
office
,
and
the
other
to
act
on
'
change
with
him
,
for
their
seats
in
that
organization
had
never
been
sold
.
And
also
,
by
considerable
effort
,
he
had
succeeded
in
securing
Cowperwood
,
Sr.
,
a
place
as
a
clerk
in
a
bank
.
For
the
latter
,
since
the
day
of
his
resignation
from
the
Third
National
had
been
in
a
deep
,
sad
quandary
as
to
what
further
to
do
with
his
life
.
His
son
's
disgrace
!
The
horror
of
his
trial
and
incarceration
.
Since
the
day
of
Frank
's
indictment
and
more
so
,
since
his
sentence
and
commitment
to
the
Eastern
Penitentiary
,
he
was
as
one
who
walked
in
a
dream
.
That
trial
!
That
charge
against
Frank
!
His
own
son
,
a
convict
in
stripes
--
and
after
he
and
Frank
had
walked
so
proudly
in
the
front
rank
of
the
successful
and
respected
here
.
Like
so
many
others
in
his
hour
of
distress
,
he
had
taken
to
reading
the
Bible
,
looking
into
its
pages
for
something
of
that
mind
consolation
that
always
,
from
youth
up
,
although
rather
casually
in
these
latter
years
,
he
had
imagined
was
to
be
found
there
.
The
Psalms
,
Isaiah
,
the
Book
of
Job
,
Ecclesiastes
.
And
for
the
most
part
,
because
of
the
fraying
nature
of
his
present
ills
,
not
finding
it
.
But
day
after
day
secreting
himself
in
his
room
--
a
little
hall-bedroom
office
in
his
newest
home
,
where
to
his
wife
,
he
pretended
that
he
had
some
commercial
matters
wherewith
he
was
still
concerned
--
and
once
inside
,
the
door
locked
,
sitting
and
brooding
on
all
that
had
befallen
him
--
his
losses
;
his
good
name
.
Or
,
after
months
of
this
,
and
because
of
the
new
position
secured
for
him
by
Wingate
--
a
bookkeeping
job
in
one
of
the
outlying
banks
--
slipping
away
early
in
the
morning
,
and
returning
late
at
night
,
his
mind
a
gloomy
epitome
of
all
that
had
been
or
yet
might
be
.
To
see
him
bustling
off
from
his
new
but
very
much
reduced
home
at
half
after
seven
in
the
morning
in
order
to
reach
the
small
bank
,
which
was
some
distance
away
and
not
accessible
by
street-car
line
,
was
one
of
those
pathetic
sights
which
the
fortunes
of
trade
so
frequently
offer
.
He
carried
his
lunch
in
a
small
box
because
it
was
inconvenient
to
return
home
in
the
time
allotted
for
this
purpose
,
and
because
his
new
salary
did
not
permit
the
extravagance
of
a
purchased
one
.
It
was
his
one
ambition
now
to
eke
out
a
respectable
but
unseen
existence
until
he
should
die
,
which
he
hoped
would
not
be
long
.
He
was
a
pathetic
figure
with
his
thin
legs
and
body
,
his
gray
hair
,
and
his
snow-white
side-whiskers
.
He
was
very
lean
and
angular
,
and
,
when
confronted
by
a
difficult
problem
,
a
little
uncertain
or
vague
in
his
mind
.
An
old
habit
which
had
grown
on
him
in
the
years
of
his
prosperity
of
putting
his
hand
to
his
mouth
and
of
opening
his
eyes
in
an
assumption
of
surprise
,
which
had
no
basis
in
fact
,
now
grew
upon
him
.
He
really
degenerated
,
although
he
did
not
know
it
,
into
a
mere
automaton
.
Life
strews
its
shores
with
such
interesting
and
pathetic
wrecks
.
One
of
the
things
that
caused
Cowperwood
no
little
thought
at
this
time
,
and
especially
in
view
of
his
present
extreme
indifference
to
her
,
was
how
he
would
bring
up
this
matter
of
his
indifference
to
his
wife
and
his
desire
to
end
their
relationship
.
Yet
apart
from
the
brutality
of
the
plain
truth
,
he
saw
no
way
.
As
he
could
plainly
see
,
she
was
now
persisting
in
her
pretense
of
devotion
,
uncolored
,
apparently
,
by
any
suspicion
of
what
had
happened
.
Yet
since
his
trial
and
conviction
,
she
had
been
hearing
from
one
source
and
another
that
he
was
still
intimate
with
Aileen
,
and
it
was
only
her
thought
of
his
concurrent
woes
,
and
the
fact
that
he
might
possibly
be
spared
to
a
successful
financial
life
,
that
now
deterred
her
from
speaking
.
He
was
shut
up
in
a
cell
,
she
said
to
herself
,
and
she
was
really
very
sorry
for
him
,
but
she
did
not
love
him
as
she
once
had
.
He
was
really
too
deserving
of
reproach
for
his
general
unseemly
conduct
,
and
no
doubt
this
was
what
was
intended
,
as
well
as
being
enforced
,
by
the
Governing
Power
of
the
world
.
One
can
imagine
how
much
such
an
attitude
as
this
would
appeal
to
Cowperwood
,
once
he
had
detected
it
.
By
a
dozen
little
signs
,
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
she
brought
him
delicacies
,
and
commiserated
on
his
fate
,
he
could
see
that
she
felt
not
only
sad
,
but
reproachful
,
and
if
there
was
one
thing
that
Cowperwood
objected
to
at
all
times
it
was
the
moral
as
well
as
the
funereal
air
.
Contrasted
with
the
cheerful
combative
hopefulness
and
enthusiasm
of
Aileen
,
the
wearied
uncertainty
of
Mrs.
Cowperwood
was
,
to
say
the
least
,
a
little
tame
.
Aileen
,
after
her
first
burst
of
rage
over
his
fate
,
which
really
did
not
develop
any
tears
on
her
part
,
was
apparently
convinced
that
he
would
get
out
and
be
very
successful
again
.
She
talked
success
and
his
future
all
the
time
because
she
believed
in
it
.
Instinctively
she
seemed
to
realize
that
prison
walls
could
not
make
a
prison
for
him
.
Indeed
,
on
the
first
day
she
left
she
handed
Bonhag
ten
dollars
,
and
after
thanking
him
in
her
attractive
voice
--
without
showing
her
face
,
however
--
for
his
obvious
kindness
to
her
,
bespoke
his
further
favor
for
Cowperwood
--
"
a
very
great
man
,
"
as
she
described
him
,
which
sealed
that
ambitious
materialist
's
fate
completely
.
There
was
nothing
the
overseer
would
not
do
for
the
young
lady
in
the
dark
cloak
.
She
might
have
stayed
in
Cowperwood
's
cell
for
a
week
if
the
visiting-hours
of
the
penitentiary
had
not
made
it
impossible
.
